THORNY ROSE
CHAPTER 3

I got out of my chair and left the wedding

it may seem like a lot more to other people, but to some people who are just as lucky as me it is a pretty heavy burden.

every woman wants to meet her life partner immediately, share grief and live together forever

but it's not living the name if all the stories of every human being are the same, they're all different.

I don't know the destiny of man is a lot of variety, whether he was successful first in his career, successful in his studies, quickly found his partner or even brought his death quickly

it is not really my desire to live in a shadow that I cannot forget, I'm sick of being so fed up with this, don't I deserve to be as happy as anyone else with such a sweet love story ?

"bang, where?" I called my Kaka after I left the show

"Abang in dalem de, a lot of sodara here.where are you?"

" i'm out of the bang, I'm gonna pinch the car keys for a second"

"where are you going, Dateng de"

"that's not a lot"

the more upset I become

I walked towards the park, with my heart still upset, trying to regulate my breathing and trying to keep control of my emotions.

sitting on the bench of the park, with the sound of water splashing at least this is better.

*tring

the sound of my phone rang, there was one notification match

"hi" I immediately opened the chat

Leo Prihandoko that's his name,

like nothing strange, just a tall man with slightly chubby cheeks, a sweet black skin also a smile with neat teeth

"yes?" answer me briefly

"where is the real de?"

"Hand"

"His humming dmna?" ask him again, it looks like it's going to be very boring I thought

I also let the chat unrequited, let it be, I just want to calm my own heart.

trying to close my eyes, and keep saying Istighfar in my heart begging God to quiet my emotions

if only my parents had given me that blessing, I might not have been this sad.I keep regretting the breakup hoping none of this ever happened

it was not always beautiful when I was with her, I had several times found her chat with other women, photos of other women, or even historical her with some women. then why am I so strong to hold on to her? is it because he was my first love?

I wanted to open a new page so that my life would be happier than this, but my job was actually more time-consuming than having to think about matters of the heart

"de?" he was still trying to talk to me, until I subconsciously kept replying to him

I tried to reply as much as I could, it turned out that he was good at making conversation topics so that I could survive to reply to every message

"is there a phone number I can call?" I thought about what he said, does he want to talk to me more?

"chat is here, yes mas" asked me and hopefully he can understand my words

"oh Yasudah, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to open this application because I know the forest again"

the grove? what is his job? I'm starting to get a little curious about it